Unmoored

Unmoored

floating out of the marina

and into the bay

did a sleepwalking helmsman

hear “Anchors Aweigh”

Floating off silently

to seas far off shore

cries from crew heard far on the shore

“help us all!” they implore

For on its journey out to sea

stuck in mud crew found it be

only hoping for a ride

on the wave of a passing tide

And reflecting on a passing thought

the skipper who a hope he’s bought

a help or two from a passing tugboat

and fingers crossed – he stays afloat!

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